Gabriella bit her lower lip, locked in his trance, feeling a rush race over her body. She was sure the red in her face and neck would be fatally permanent with how much he made her blush. “I said that?” Did she really feel that way? What was considered too soon to know that? When the very blood inside her craved this man, remembered this man, even if her mind could not, her heart did.
“In your last rant, yes.” His lip curved upward. “Heard it quite clearly.”
“Ya, I suppose you would hear that,” she jittered. “But now, I… I don’t know if it’s Serafina’s feelings or if they are mine.” Gabriella’s tone lowered, whispering, “Do you love me, Raith? Do you love Gabriella?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You first.”
“Do I love Gabriella or Serafina?” He rep
